Untangle Me

Chapter 72

Giada

"Orgasms are for good girls, not teases. You don't get to come this time."

The words barely register but when they do, I'm ready to protest. He wants me not to come? How is that even supposed to work? It doesn't seem like something I can stop if he continues pounding into me this way.

At the angle we're working with, Andrea seems to hit the very end of me, creating the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. The rough but even pace, the way his lower abdomen keeps rubbing against my clit, and his nails digging into my cheeks and right thigh- everything he does is too good. He knows how my body ticks, knows exactly what to do to get me exactly where he doesn't want me right now.

To the edge of a mind-shattering orgasm.

And he tells me not to come?

I'm tempted to completely disregard his words, a heady kind of anticipation rushing through me at the thought of what my punishment might be. Would he tie me up again? Spank me? Fuck me senseless?

My train of thought is cut short when Andrea pulls me against him to meet an extra brutal thrust. Leaning down, he whispers hoarsely, "Don't you think about it, Tesoro. You come and this ends."

He softly bites down on my neck and I can feel the muscles of his back tightening beneath my hold as he adds, "Be a good girl, just this once. And I'll make it worth it in the end."

I close my eyes and tip my head back. Can I do this? I can do this.

But Andrea hits my a-spot so perfectly and I nearly cave. I mean, it's useless. This is too good, it's too tempting. I could just let go and let the sensation take over, consequences be damned.

Then Andrea's lips are on mine in a lazy sort of way and fuckkk, I don't think I've ever wanted to please someone so much. I don't know what comes over me, but now I'm gritting my teeth and digging my nails harder into my man's shoulders.

"Good, Baby. So good. Just a little more, my love. I just need a little more," he whispers, his voice almost as jerky as his thrusts.

And if I weren't so gooddamned occupied, I'd hit him for making this harder. Because his words- it's always his words.

"Fuck, so good," he repeats against my lips and with two more thrusts, he stills inside of me. I clench around him, just because I can, earning me a sweet groan from his lips as he tilts his head back and pulls me closer. I nibble on his neck, still on fire and sensitive as hell as his hands lazily run up and down my spine.

"Who knew you could listen," he teases me, his eyes still closed but a slow smile spreading over his features. Looking up at him, I enjoy the view, trying not to get too frustrated with my body and the way it's not calming down.

Honestly, I think this might be the worst kind of torture. The smallest touch to my clit could topple me over the edge right now and, god, if it isn't begging for it.

It literally hurts.

"Please," I whine. The fucker has the audacity to chuckle.

"Not yet, my love. You can take this two more times, can't you? Three is the lucky number, after all," he tells me lazily, finally looking at me.

Just in time to see my reaction; bulging eyes, slightly opened mouth and a whole arsenal of protests on my tongue.

He wants to fuck me two more times like this? Edge me like this?

I shake my head, coming to my senses as I do. "I can't. Please, Andrea," I beg uselessly, judging by his expression.

"You tease me, Baby, I tease you," he explains as he pulls out of me. I can't help but hiss and he arches an eyebrow at me, one of his thumbs stroking my cheek gently.

"Sore?" he asks.

"Close," I correct him. "So fucking close, Babe, please."

"Two more." And with that, he heads for the bathroom only to return with a wet towel. He cleans me up, allows me a bathroom break and gives me some water but that's where his sweet side disappears again.

As soon as I set the bottle on the nightstand, Andrea pulls me towards him and claims my lips once more. I moan against his lips, my body more than ready for another round. Fuck, I'm needy.

And when my man lays me down on the bed so I'm on my back and starts trailing kisses down my throat, it only gets worse. I cross my legs and fist his hair, moaning some more when his lips close around one nipple, then the other.

My skin is burning again, the air in the room too thick. Andrea kisses the valley between my breasts, then an inch further down, just above my navel, then below. Then finally, fine-fucking-nally is his mouth on my clit.

He gently sucks the sensitive bundle into his mouth, circles it with his tongue before gently grazing his teeth over it.

My hips buck, hands on Andrea's head ready to push him harder against me. Still, I don't dare to move. Because this is already too hard without me interfering, challenging him to do more. Quite frankly, if he wants me not to come he should probably stop now.

How long is this even supposed to go on? He wants to edge me three times but what the hell does that even mean?

When two of his fingers start sliding through my folds on top of what his tongue is doing to me, I whine out in protest. "Please, Andrea, I can't," I trail off mindlessly as he pushes inside of me.

For a second, I lose myself in the feelings. I forget I'm not supposed to come but just as soon as the tingle starts moving through and up my legs, Andrea pulls his head away. His fingers presume their movement and before I can question what he's doing, his teeth dig into the highest part of my inner thigh.

Hard.

I release a sound somewhere between a cry in pain and a moan. Though I'm sure he meant this as a warning, all it really does is catapult me within an inch of an orgasm.

So fucking close. Close enough for me to start whining and begging mindlessly, "Please, Andrea. I need to come. I need it."

"Not yet," he kisses the place he bit down on. "Count for me. Twenty thrusts," he instructs.

For several thrusts of his fingers, I fail to start counting so Andrea repeats his order more forcefully. I try to comply as well as I can, counting his slow and even movements through gritted teeth. At twelve, the bastard reattaches his lips on my clit and swipes it along with another thrust.

"Don't lose count," he reminds me. So I go on. Go on, fighting off a rush of pleasure while counting those fucking thrusts.

And when we finally reach twenty and Andrea removes any and each of his limps from my sensitive pussy, I swear my body is buzzing so hard it'll never stop.

My man gently settles on top of me, careful not to touch me too much because he knows damn well I need a break if he truly wants to go on. He kisses me, reassures me, tells me I'm doing well and that I'm almost done.

It strengthens my resolve. I nod tiredly, trying to gather my bearings before the next round.

"One more time, Tesoro, then you get to come. One more."

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